Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Israel and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Davy DMX to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Second Layer. All the underground hits.
All Urselle tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jimmy McGriff record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Slackers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
LL Cool J,
Bauhaus,
Bronski Beat,
The Cramps,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Searchers,
Joyce Sims,
Steve Hackett,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Pet Shop Boys,
Whodini,
Gastr Del Sol,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Oblivians,
Clear Light,
Moebius,
Pulsallama,
The Stooges,
Dual Sessions,
Lindisfarne,
Quando Quango,
Lyres,
The Angels of Light,
Echospace,
Pere Ubu,
cv313,
Banda Bassotti,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
the Association,
Glambeats Corp.,
Peter & Gordon,
MDC,
Morten Harket,
Ken Boothe,
The Dirtbombs,
UT,
Alison Limerick,
Eurythmics,
The Gap Band,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Red Krayola,
Joy Division,
Newcleus,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Nas,
Janne Schatter,
the Bar-Kays,
Magma,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Quantec,
Donny Hathaway,
Black Pus,
Sandy B,
Eric Dolphy,
Dennis Brown,
The Leaves,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Accadde A,
the Normal,
Camberwell Now,
The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.